A/N: Okay, so I started this a while back. I'm not sure if I want to continue it. I've completed three episodes, but I wanted to get all of your oppinions. This is basically an Alternate Universe story where Macy grew up with the Lucas boys instead of Stella, and where Stella is the superfan not Macy. Now, Stella and Macy are still the characters we know and love they just have different circumstances. Stella still loves her fashion and Macy is still a die hard athlete. I just thought it would be neat to see how the show would be different if the two switched places. Let me know what you think! Enjoy!
What If
by angellwings
Chapter One: Wrong Song
"Macy!" Stella yelled as she raced toward her down the hallway.
"Hey, Stella," Macy answered brightly as she placed her duffel bag in side of her locker.
"Guess what just happened to me?"
"Um, Van Dyke hit you with a football?" Macy guessed curiously as she turned to face her best friend.
"No," She said sternly. "Joe Lucas just bumped me. ME! This is going to be my favorite sweater for the rest of my life."
Macy quirked an eyebrow as Stella pointed to her upper arm, "He bumped it RIGHT there. I mean he touched my arm, Macy!"
Macy smiled at her friend in amusement, "Well then you should probably have the sweater mounted and framed. You could hang it up next to your pencil that Kevin picked up for you last semester."
"See? That's why you're brilliant." Stella gushed.
"I try," Macy chuckled.
"So, what are the Lucas boys wearing today I wonder? I hope it's an improvement on yesterday…I mean Joe wore shorts. Gym shorts! That's a fashion disaster!" Stella cried.
Macy sighed, "Well, their stylist is out of town this week."
Stella shook her head, "If I was their stylist I would make sure they could make sensible choices even if I wasn't around. Whoever their dad hired is failing them miserably."
"Yes, but Stella you would never NOT be around," Macy pointed out with a smirk.
Her face broke out into a dreamy smile, "True."
Macy rolled her eyes, "I don't understand why you can't just see them as average guys. I mean once you get to know them they are no different than any other boys at this school."
Stella gasped, "You take that back!"
"Oh please, if you had experienced Nick puking on your pink ranger slip ons you would say the EXACT same thing."
Stella bit her lip, "You wouldn't still have those shoes would you?"
Macy winced, "Stell, remember that conversation we had about boundaries?"
Stella sighed, "I went too far, right?"
"Just a little bit," Macy chuckled. She and Stella turned a corner and Macy stopped in her tracks. Nick was in the atrium with a girl Macy had seen a few times before. Jenny? Minnie? "Penny!"
"What?" Stella asked in confusion. "Who's Penny?"
"The girl Nick's with," Macy said as she motioned toward the atrium. Her mouth dropped open in shock, "He's smiling…and not just any smile. His goofy falling too hard and fast smile."
"Aw," Stella said with a smile. "He's smitten. Cute."
"Yes, it's cute. The first time it happens, but this is crush number 6 and she apparently plays guitar. Joe and Kev have their work cut out for them," Macy said as she shook her head.
"Wait, you're his B.F.F. Why don't YOU have your work cut out for you?" Stella asked.
"It's not my turn. I took care of him after Mia the cheerleader. So Penny the Atrium girl is THEIR problem," Macy said plainly as she watched Joe and Kevin enter the atrium. "Oh, this is gonna be good."
"Aren't you going to help him?" Stella asked as Kevin and Joe began to tease Nick.
"Why?" Macy pouted.
"Mace," Stella said in a motherly tone. That did it. Now Macy was watching the scene and feeling bad for Nick. Darn Stella and her guilt trips. She groaned. She had better go save her child hood friend's butt.
"I hope you're happy, Stella," Macy muttered as she opened the door and stepped inside. She approached and looped an arm around Penny's shoulders.
"Are these guys bothering you?" Macy asked Nick.
"Yes," he said stiffly as Joe and Kevin vocalized their disagreement.
Macy shook her head, "Leave Nick and his friend alone. You can tease him later, okay?"
"Macy," Nick said with a groan.
"What? It's true. I may be able to get them off your back now but I won't be able to stop them later," She said with a grin and a shrug.
"Fine," Kevin agreed reluctantly. "But you owe us, Mace."
"Oh, please. You still owe me from that time I had to pay the deposit on those ducks you rented," Macy smirked.
"Oh yeah," Kevin said brightly. "That was a good day."
Macy laughed and nodded, "It really was."
"Can you guys take your farm animal talk some where else? Please?" Nick asked through gritted teeth.
"Oh! Right, sorry!" Macy said as she looped her arms through both Kevin and Joe's and led them out the door.
"Hey! I didn't get to call him Captain McHappy! It took me hours to come up with that nickname! I should at least be able to use it!" Joe pouted as the door closed behind them.
Macy rolled her eyes, "You have the rest of the day to use your lame nickname, Joe."
"It's not lame," He said with a playful glare. "It's awesome just like me."
"Nothing could be as awesome as you," Stella scoffed as Macy and the guys came back into earshot.
"Hey, Stella," Kevin said brightly with a wave.
Stella stuttered and babbled incoherently in response.
"Yeah," Joe said with a sympathetic smile. "Good to see you too, Stella. Actually, you have Mrs. Snart's class the same time I do right? Can I borrow your bio notes? I kind of fell asleep yesterday."
Stella let loose a startled squeak.
Macy sighed and let go of Joe's arm to count down on her left hand, "5…4…3…2…1."
As soon as one left Macy's mouth Stella fainted and hit the floor with a thud.
Kevin and Joe winced.
"So, I guess that's a no on the bio notes?" Joe asked Kevin and Macy. Macy chuckled and smacked Joe.
"Help me get her to the nurse," She told him as she reach down to lift her up.
"Hey, let me do that, Mace," Kevin offered as he stepped forward in her place.
"Oh, that's sweet, Kev, but I could have-"
"Don't worry about it. You ready Joe?" Kevin asked. Joe nodded and then counted to three before lifting her.
Macy walked with them to the nurse and then sent them both on their way to homeroom.
"Are you sure?" Kevin asked.
She nodded, "It's fine. Mrs. Calf doesn't really care if we're late to homeroom. No worries."
"See you later, Mace." Joe said as he began to walk away.
"What time is your practice finished today?" Kevin asked.
"Around 5, why? What's up?"
"Nothing just wondering. Do you need a ride?"
"Oh, um sure, a ride would be nice. Mom's doing inventory at the store tonight so I was just gonna just catch a ride from Mitchell at practice but-"
"No need to catch a ride from Mitchell," Kevin said a little too eagerly. "I'd be happy to come back and pick you up, Mace."
"Alright, then I'll see you at five," Macy smiled.
She waved as Kevin walked out of the infirmary and then turned back an unconscious Stella.
"He likes you, you know," Stella said from the cot she was laying on. Macy jumped and gasped.
"Stella! Don't do that! Open your eyes before you talk!" Macy yelled in a startled tone. "And Kevin does not like me. I know how his mind works. Nick thinks of me as a sister and therefore I'm like his sister as well. That's it."
"Would you want him to like you if he did?" Stella grinned as she glanced up at Macy.
"I don't know. I mean, maybe," Macy said with a soft smile. She quickly shook her head and pushed away the thoughts. "But it's not going to happen. He wouldn't let something like that happen."
Stella shook her head and mumbled under her breath, "I think he already has."
There was a moment of silence before Stella spoke up, "Macy, can I get your help with something?"
"Sure, Stell, what's up?"
"Well, in my home economics class we have this 'sew a piece of clothing' assignment, and I need you to help me test my project," Stella said.
"Test? Isn't that assignment just your standard follow the pattern type of sewing?" Macy asked warily.
Stella scoffed, "No way that I am following a generic pattern. Besides I have this idea that could earn me the big bucks some day."
"What idea is that?"
"Well, you know how my dear sweet Jonas Heads tend to rip at the guys' clothes?" She asked with a fond smile.
Macy sighed, "Yes, yes I do. For some reason the guys have forced me to store extra shirts for them in MY locker. I mean they have their own lockers! Can't they just-"
"Macy…"
She cleared her throat, "Right, sorry, back to your project."
"Well, it really is tragic when a garment dies in that fashion. I mean I don't even rip at the guys clothes unless the outfit is truly horrifying so I've decided to solve that problem with, drum roll please, Stellcro! Patent Pending, of course," Stella said excitedly.
"Stellcro?"
"Yes, instead of having to re-stitch a sleeve or a whole shirt you can just slip another sleeve onto the garment in its place instantly."
"So, Velcro for garment seams?"
"Exactly, hence why it's called 'Stellcro'," Stella smirked. "Will you help me?"
Macy shrugged, "Sure, why not? What's the worst that could happen?"